The group is gathered in Agatha’s ancient, weathered mansion at midnight, the air thick with a sense of urgency. Jennifer, her magic still bound, sits beside you, leaning on your strength and energy. Lilia Calderu paces back and forth, her frustration palpable, while Alice looks deeply focused, tracing symbols on the floor to prepare for the ritual.

Agatha, as the leader, stands in the center of the room, her silver hair glowing faintly in the dim light as she speaks.

"The old ways are dying, and it's time we face it—only we can fix this," Agatha declares, her voice calm yet resolute. She turns to you with a piercing gaze, knowing your connection to the natural world is the key to unlocking the path forward.

"You’re a green witch, the only one with magic still flowing freely. The rest of us have been shackled, and it’s up to you to guide us through this. Can you handle it?"